In Yilan Pavilion, not far from the entrance, the atmosphere in the pavilion was somewhat peculiar.
Inside, there was a fox-eyed girl who loved to wear red, a blue-clothed girl with a tall attendant student's hat, and a young Confucian scholar with an indifferent face.
The two girls, who had just met, both had their eyes wide open.
However, Su Xiaoxiao was pleasantly surprised, while Jingzi was frightened...
The blue-clothed girl's body stiffened.
"Come on, tell me, what did you do to me?" Zhao Rong touched the back of her head from behind, curious in tone.
Your bloody hand is on my head, how do you expect me to say...
Jingzi's mouth maintained the shape of one about to speak; she uttered a couple of hesitations before her lively eyes started darting around.
Struck by a sudden inspiration, she continued with an iron-clad determination,
"...I treat him... I treat Master Zhao... as... as a good friend, we have a special relationship!"
